Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.